Diane Barrows: It was there, I know it, that can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over - the-fence, World Series kind of stuff.
Diane Barrows: You should really put iodine on your butt... cut.
Clarice Kensington: "Rough" is a broken nail, darling, what I've had is a train wreck.
Amanda Lemmon: This orphan stuff is like growing up in the dog-pound. Everybody wants a puppy.
Diane Barrows: Guys like him like girls with food names: Cookie, Muffin, Candy... They don't marry girls like me.
Roger Callaway: Clarice! Your hair? You're here!
Alyssa Callaway: How was the party?
Amanda Lemmon: Well, the good news is, Clarice is gone.
Alyssa Callaway: You did it.
Amanda Lemmon: The bad news is, she'll be back in a week.
Alyssa Callaway: Oh, you didn't.
Roger Callaway: I don't know what's more bruised, my butt or my ego.
Amanda Lemmon: All this money and these people eat slugs?
Radio Announcer: Lots of tie-ups this mornin'. It's 20 minutes for the Lincoln, 10 for the Holland. The B.Q.E. is backed up for about 2 miles, and if you're takin' the Van Wyck, better allow an extra 15. Whateva ya do, stay outta midtown. It's gonna be wall-to-wall limos as socialite Clarice Kensington finally lands her man.
Diane Barrows: I'm sorry I spoiled the party, I just didn't want the wrong girl going down the aisle. I mean the wrong flower girl.
Roger Callaway: I think you had it right the first time.
